Who wouldn’t be intrigued by “…a coke-snorting, fitfully bisexual, Zen-koan-spouting San Francisco detective [who] buries herself in her work…?”
That’s Michael Bourne’s take on Claire DeWitt in ‘Hipster Noir: Sara Gran’s Claire DeWitt Novels’ (a millions.com article). But he doesn’t stop there. He goes on to describe DeWitt as:
‘…one cool customer, solitary and cynical, nursing an existential hurt only the ceaseless search for the truth can salve.’
‘…funnier than her noir forebears, and a good deal funkier. She cannot, for instance, search a victim’s medicine cabinet without pocketing a few Vicodin for later use…’
William Boyle, in “All Will Be Explained” a review of Sara Gran’s “Claire DeWitt and the Bohemian Highway” on LA Review of Books, is a little gentler:
…though withdrawn and difficult, [Claire DeWitt] is deeply empathetic. She feels things more fully, is unable to brush distress off the way average people do: in short, it’s impossible for her to enjoy being alive without knowing the answers to every question that stumps her.
I enjoyed both Claire DeWitt and the City of the Dead and Claire DeWitt and the Bohemian Highway, and just lately discovered I can also listen to them on Hoopla digital, thanks to my local library, so I’m currently revisiting Claire DeWitt and the City of the Dead narrated by Carol Monda. She does it justice.
Two books is a hardly a series, but as you can see, I’m not alone in recognizing Sara Gran’s Claire DeWitt as an exceptionally moody sleuth… plus Gran’s stated publicly she’s at work on a third and has fourth in mind.
How can I not be enthused?